Refuse

"There is no chance in fucking hell you're gonna get me to put that on!" You say.

"How dare you curse like that in my house!" She yells. "And so whiny, too--maybe you _aren't _the teenage boy I thought you were, John. Maybe you're just a little baby girl."

"What does that mean?" You respond, annoyed she just barged into your room and started yelling.

"It means that if you want to stay under my roof, you're gonna have to start dressing and acting the way I want you. You're 18, legally, I could kick you out and you'd have to survive solo."

You begin to panic. You don't have a job, or anywhere to go. If she kicks you out, your done.

"OK, fine." You reply exasperated. "What are these rules? I assume the diaper's one."